Pray for him, O Mother of Perpetual Succour.

A light is from our household gone,
A voice we loved is stilled,
A place is vacant in our home,
That never can be filled.

In a near and silent graveyard,
Where the trees and their branches wave,
Sleeps a kind and loving father,
In his cold and lonely grave.
He bade no one a last farewell,
He raised his hand to no one;
His spirit flew before we knew,
That he from us had gone.

You can only have one father,
Patient, kind and true,
No other friend in all the world,
Will be the same to you.
When other friends forsake you,
To father you will return,
For all his loving kindness,
He asks nothing in return.
As we look upon his picture,
Sweet memories we recall,
Of a face so full of sunshine,
And a smile for one and all.
Sweet Jesus take this message,
To our dear father up above,
Tell him how we miss him,
And give him all our love.